Tyrone’s gaze traced every inch of her body, his breath growing heavier with each passing moment.

He forced his eyes away, wrapped her in the blanket, and gently wiped away her makeup.

Ding!

Taking out Sabrina’s phone from her coat pocket, Tyrone unlocked its screen.

A message from Trevor read, “Sabrina, have you reached home?”

A flicker of irritation lit Tyrone’s eyes as he wrestled with his internal tumult, replying, “Yes, I’m home.”

typing, Tyrone said, “It’s late. I’m going to wash

Trevor replied, “Good night.”

through their past

exchanges were standard, no hints of hidden intentions. The only notable pattern was their

hidden dynamics played out face

features as he powered down the phone and set

into his sleepwear, he eased

A sensation he’d missed.

was nestled in his

in the scent of her hair, he drifted into

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